RDP Monday: TOUGH

You don’t like the color of my skin?

My story, my hair, think I’m brain dead

just some mongrel a nobody from the suburbs

with a funny name?

You think I’m a sheeple

a follower

a bitch at the end of the Democrat’s leash?

That’s what you said to me

on line

on a message board

clouded by the noise of the internet

you thought you were talking to a stranger.

But guess what genius.

We sit next to each other on the train.

I saw what you typed on your phone.

I KNOW you.

Yee Haw champ.

Gotcha.

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